Chapter 4: The Little White Flower Secretary Forced to Take the Position (4)

Although the smile on Qing Wu's face seemed a little forced at the moment, even with such a forced smile, when this beauty smiled gently, she was still as gorgeous and dazzling as a flower blooming in spring, and was completely reflected behind the one-way glass that everyone mistakenly thought was in the neighboring city.

The eyes of the man with a stern face in the office.

Qing Wu slowly stood up, tidied up her desk, and filed away the latest flight information about Mr. Jing and today's return ticket that the general secretary had given her.

Then he walked gracefully to the door and turned off the office lights one by one.

As the lights went out one by one, the entire space was gradually shrouded in darkness.

In Jing Tingyuan's office, only a small lamp emitting a faint light was still on.

At this time, Jing Tingyuan was sitting on the large office chair with a gloomy face and full of sarcasm.

He stared ahead expressionlessly, as if everything before him had nothing to do with him.

Is this the boyfriend?

During this period of time, Jing Tingyuan has been secretly observing Qingwu.

More than a month has passed since she joined Jing Group. However, no matter how late Qingwu gets off work, she has never seen any so-called boyfriend come to pick her up home.

How could a normal man bear to let his girlfriend walk alone on the way home from get off work so late every day?

What...is worthy of Qingwu's sweet smile?

Jing Tingyuan felt inexplicably irritated, as if millions of ants were crawling around in his heart, making it difficult for him to find peace.

He slowly put down the document in his hand, which he had not turned a page of for an hour, and then he gently opened the drawer.

A velvet box lay quietly in the drawer.

The box contained a ruby ​​bracelet that he had personally purchased during his business trip to Lin City.

——At just one glance, he felt that the ruby ​​bracelet was very suitable for Qingwu.

The ruby ​​sparkled with dazzling light, just like the sparkling and dazzling soul he saw when he first met Qingwu, so beautiful that he was dazzled.

During the interview, he caught a glimpse of Qingwu's date of birth on her resume.

He knew that Qingwu’s 23rd birthday was today.

To this end, he deliberately sped up the busy work at hand, caught the earliest flight, and rushed back non-stop.

On the way, he was still worried that he would not be able to catch up today.

Unexpectedly, when he finally stepped into the almost empty Jing Building, he unexpectedly found Qingwu still busy there.

For a moment, all sorts of complicated emotions swirled in his heart: he didn't know whether he should feel lucky that he still had the chance to give the gift to her in person;

I should still feel sorry for her and blame her for not getting off work earlier and going home to celebrate her birthday with her family...

The document that had not yet been completely completed after returning from Lin City lay quietly on the table, but Jing Tingyuan's mind was not entirely focused on it.

At this moment, he was thinking about how to find a reasonable excuse to successfully deliver the birthday gift he had carefully prepared for Qingwu to her.

However, when Jing Tingyuan's gaze inadvertently fell on Qingwu who was concentrating on her work, he couldn't help but become distracted.

Qingwu lowered her head slightly, her long eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings, and her eyes as bright as stars were fixed on the documents in front of her, with an extremely serious expression.

Her slender fingers tapped the keyboard from time to time, making crisp sounds.

Time passed quietly, and before I knew it, an hour had passed.

When he finally came to his senses and wanted to give the gift away, he suddenly heard Qingwu calling her boyfriend.

Qingwu's voice was soft and gentle, but the response from the other end of the phone was so cold, perfunctory and impatient.

Although this was only Jing Tingyuan's own feeling, the strong contrast still made him feel indignant.

...How could he bear to do that???

and......

Jing Tingyuan noticed with a complicated expression that Qingwu was still using a long-outdated mobile phone, the casing of which was slightly worn;

Looking at the clothes she was wearing, they also looked old and worn.

Thinking of this, Jing Tingyuan's heart seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand in an instant, and it felt sore, swollen and uncomfortable.

Jing Tingyuan has already given Qingwu a salary that exceeds that of a fresh graduate. If the company did not take confidentiality measures regarding salaries, Qingwu would definitely be able to realize that the salary she received was actually astonishingly high.

But even so, Qingwu still looked like she was extremely short of money. Could it be that her boyfriend didn't even give her basic living expenses?

Even when his father was dating his mother, he would always give her a fixed amount of living expenses, for fear that he would be too busy and his mother would run away.

Therefore, Jing Tingyuan believes that boyfriends need to provide their girlfriends with living expenses, which is a kind of protection for both parties.

Anyway, what he has the most is money.

A shadow crept onto that stern face, making the already elusive expression even more meaningful.

Jing Tingyuan sat quietly in the corner, his thoughts drifting away. He couldn't help but think of his mother who changed into the latest brand-name clothes every day, and the dazzling jewelry she wore.

From childhood to adulthood, he witnessed with his own eyes how his father pampered his mother, and he should treat Qingwu the same way.

When Qingwu becomes his girlfriend, he will definitely give Qingwu the best of everything, show her beauty to the fullest, and then see Qingwu show him the sweetest smile.

When he thought that Qingwu might give him the sweetest and most moving smile in the future, his heart couldn't help but be intoxicated.

Countless beautiful pictures have been sketched in my mind, but the carefully prepared birthday gift in my hand has not yet been given away.

Jing Tingyuan sighed softly. Even he himself had not expected that he, who had always been decisive and resolute, would become so hesitant at this moment.

Forget it, just give it to her tomorrow.